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anotherhumanpet · 4 months
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Sips on a cup of cocoa with mini-marshmallows like a posh person does with their little cup of tea.
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risenwings · 3 months
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They are small and the world is large.
Send help.
Starscream is STILL shrieking, Skywarp has started trying to eat the light fixture, and Thundercracker is doing his best to cram himself under and behind a console.
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formsuperion · 4 months
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Fireflight likes all the pretty lights and shimmery tinsel.
Too bad they have to take it all down now.
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ratwhsprs · 23 days
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Instead of Easter eggs?
Easter rats.
Let loose in the cathedral during evening mass.
He's allowed a bit of spiteful chaos now and then.
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indespectus · 6 months
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He's still not sure on what, if any profession, he should start up. He has a feeling no one would really be interested in the same kind of high end as he is.
Plus he doesn't want to be rude.
For now... Maybe he can find out if anyone else knows how to weave metalmesh. Or... Wants to learn.
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silverxwords · 11 months
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When he wakes, again, it's quiet. The lights are dimmed-- did he sleep the day away?
He feels.... better. Stronger. His thoughts come more easily, though that same clarity thankfully remains. He is done with the war.
... Should he try to check on Ravage? Is she even in the secure wing?
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helicrazy · 11 days
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No one's allowed the submissive brat side of him until you go through the bad boy one.
Thems the rules~ <3
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gnarledbite · 5 months
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"Na litość Boską, I'd love it if my knees didn't sound like bubble wrap when I stand up."
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bluefeathrs · 10 days
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Finally. FINALLY that six weeks of misery was OVER. No more awful itching when she went for a flight, no sweeping three times a day to clean up the stray feathers. She turned in front of her mirror, preening and admiring the sheen and glimmer of renewed wings, how much brighter the patches of iridescent blue looked now.
She laughed softly to herself, even as she found her eyes drawn to the errant sparkle of the crystals hanging in the window in the other room. Anything flashy, bright, colorful...
Right.
Out with one misery and in with another totally different one.
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maxfortress · 9 months
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He wonders, briefly, if there will ever be an end to this.
At least he's grown used to Glit's badge... Could he force himself to grow accustomed to more?
Or will he always react first?
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anotherhumanpet · 3 months
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Jaden had noticed the tail a long time ago, but stayed quiet about it so Dennis could be at ease during their drive home. The kid had enough stress going on as it was, so the idea of frightening him with something that was plausibly mundane (although Jaden seriously doubted it was at this point; not many people drove this far out of town and even fewer would start from the high school, just like they did) didn't seem to be worth any sort of reward that could be reaped from alerting the kid of possible, incoming dangers and freaking him out. Then again, keeping Dennis on the same page so he could be informed and react accordingly was optimal. Stressful, yes, but safer.
When Jaden glanced at his side mirror, confirming that the beige sedan was still there, just thirty yards behind them, Dennis mumbled, "They've been following us a while."
Jaden blinked and looked to his right where the teen sat. "What?"
"That car." Dennis cleared his throat before he looked back at Jaden, his features pale and wide with alarm. Anxiety had manifested in him anyway, despite Jaden's effort to keep quiet and act casual about the whole ordeal. It inched its up his spine, got into his brain, then grabbed Dennis by the throat while making his mind run a mile a minute about all the things that could be going on, that could happen at any second now if he stopped paying attention to the car following them. "I dunno. It just seems weird cause not a lot of other people really live out here."
"There's some." Jaden reassured, then flicked his eyes toward the rear view mirror before turning his attention back to the road. "Not a lot, but some."
Not them though.
After a few seconds of stifling silence, Jaden said, "When we pull into the driveway and after I park the car, I want you to get out of the car and get into the house as quick as you can. Okay?"
Without saying a word, Dennis twisted around to grab his backpack from the back row seating and pulled it into his lap. Jaden said nothing, figuring whatever comfort or ease it brought his nephew to do this was allowable. Unnecessary, but allowable. Then, when he finally spotted the end of the driveway, Jaden eased into the Bronco, casual, calm, and normal like, all while watching his rear view mirror like a hawk. "Get ready." He warned Dennis in a low voice, keeping himself calm and composed even as he felt his own energy starting to amp up. Without any idea who the aggressor was, any number of things could happen; He couldn't plan counter measures or anticipate the other's moves, and that was what was nerve wracking to him. But Jaden kept quiet, kept himself calm on the exterior for Dennis' sake, and acted perfectly normal while he drove up to the house. As soon as he shifted gears into park though, he spoke firmly, "Go."
And Dennis bolted at the command, fumbling with the car door at first, but he found his footing quick and was at the porch in a matter of seconds, swinging the door wide open then slamming it shut behind him.
Jaden stayed seated in the car, watching with a narrowed, intense gaze as another set of headlights creeped their way up the driveway.
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risenwings · 13 days
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screams
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justitium · 21 days
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And just like that, Prowl is himself again.
He stands. Dusts himself off.
Walks straight to the washracks in his quarters without looking to either side or acknowledging any of the jumble of delayed messages and reports.
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formsuperion · 2 months
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What do you call a pile of jets?
They've found the sun room and are happily sprawled all together in a tangle of limbs.
Even Air Raid is basking happily, tucked against Silverbolt on one side and Slingshot on the other.
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ratwhsprs · 17 days
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"... There's an international asexuality day?"
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starscreamapillar · 2 months
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He doesn't comment much, but he is still here. Watching the ongoings of the multiverse.
You're all weird.
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